Writer's block' is just a fancy way of saying 'I don't feel like doing any work today.

I heard her voice, her stories, her softness as she spoke of her family, and her iron as she spoke of me - I heard her scream, and I moved without thought.

None of this was what held Yeva's gaze. Because in the bottom of the valley, straddling the river nestled in the foothills, was a castle.

I would have kept you safe, ' he said.I closed my eyes, forcing the tears down my cheek to break against the dam of his fingers. 'I know.

All of it—for this. Leading us to a door we can't open, a password we don't have.

We're inches apart yet worlds away.

Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.

It would look pretty messed up to be a social worker and have dried kid blood as a permanent stain in your vehicle.

Curiously, the one bodily fluid of other people that doesn't disgust us is the one produced by the human alone: tears. Consider the sole type of used tissue you'd be willing to share.

You have to be able to wake up in the morning and say, 'I've been true.

Treating people the same is not equal treatment if they are not the same.

Hope consists in asserting that there is at the heart of being, beyond all data, beyond all inventories and all calculations, a mysterious principle which is in connivance with me

The challenging thing is that we go home after doing the run-through and the writers stay there working, so sometimes I get script changes delivered to me at midnight. It's constantly shifting.

The program is already funded. Everything is in place.

When I'm in the mood for room service, my favorite order is a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich.

When we see the Beloved in each person, it's like walking through a garden, watching flowers bloom all around us.